The Stolen Child


Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water-rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.

Come away, 0 human child!
To the waters and the wild
with a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances

Til the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles


And is anxious in its sleep.Come away, 0 human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping
than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,

We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
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Over the young streams.
Come away, 0 human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping 
than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn~eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside

Or the kettle on the hob.
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.

For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping
than he can understand.

W. B. Yeats